by on June 25, 2008 :: 0 comments

Some people can’t go home
to their nice families
he muttered to his nurse.
He had a fresh bandage
on his left wrist to go
with the old one on his
right wrist. I don’t have a
family like yours. They
make me want to slit my
wrists, which is exactly
what I did. I’m not a
drama queen, like what my
family says about
me. I need to be loved.
Would you care to adopt
me? I think I like you.
You seem to listen to
me, not like the other
workers in this place. Can
I go home with you? I
need a new family.

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